It started around 7:30pm. He weighed out about 5 grams. It may have been a little heavy, as the scale he used only measured 1g increments. He ate them plain, nothing to hide the taste since he liked them. He also started the timer on his watch. To pass the time, he started to browse the internet.
About 35 minutes later, he felt like he started to feel something but wasn't sure. About 10 minutes later, he was positive he felt something. He noticed the computer screen he was looking at seemed a little brighter. He sat back and observed his surroundings. The various things on his coffee table seemed to slither in place. He looked in the other room and noticed the things in there seemed to slowly shift and pulse with a blurry vibration. He sat back and accepted he was in for an interesting journey. He tried to go on a journey like this two other times in the recent past, but only consumed about 1 to 2 grams each of those times. Those times left him feeling slightly disappointed and underwhelmed, but he still appreciated those experiences.
He went into his bathroom to look in the mirror, he noticed his pupils were dilated. The patterns on his shirt seemed to be animated as well. He opened his curtains in his room and looked out the window, the trees and the landscape had the same shifting, blurring appearance as the things in his house. He went to lay down on his bed for a bit, he noticed geometric patterns moving on his ceiling. He looked out his window, the window frame seemed to move and breath on it's own. There were also geometric patterns in the sky, similar to those on his ceiling, except these patterns seemed to take a shape of a face. Nothing scary, it was like a “flower of life fractal dwarf face.” It seemed to briefly observe him before turning into other shapes.
He had to go to the bathroom to relieve himself, so he got up and headed that way. He looked in the mirror again, noticing bigger pupils and his shirt looked more animated than before. His face also seemed to shift and pulse slightly, but only when he was looking at it with his peripheral vision. He stood in front of the toilet, trying to pee. His balance was a little off here, but he managed to complete his task.
He went back to his computer to look at the internet some more. His computer screen was still very colorful, the geometric patterns were also in the air now. They were there, but not there. It was like looking at a rainbow in the sky. He moved the mouse and watched it on the screen. The pointer left a trail of mouse pointers wherever he moved it. The text was hard to read on the screen, so he didn't pay much attention to it. With the words, patterns, and mouse, it reminded him of what the green text from the Matrix movies would look like if it wasn't just green and linear. He would periodically look at his watch to see how long into this journey he was, it was about an hour and a half at this point.
He was feeling a little weak and nauseous, so he went back to his room to lay down. In bed, he looked at his closet and some clothes hanging in it. They were pulsing and “breathing” intensely now. He thought about the day he had at work, and some challenges he would be going through in the near future. Everything that happened and the stuff that was going to happen, all seemed like an echo from the past. Time started to lose meaning and not flow right.
He closed his eyes and went on another journey. The things he saw there, he described as what his brain would look like at a cellular level if he could watch it rewiring itself. These neurons started to look like fungal mycelium twisting and forming into a mushroom. Some of these mycelium strands took the appearance of snail eye stalks. This wasn't a pleasing image, but he already accepted he would not fight anything that he experienced and would just sail along wherever the trip would take him. This image lasted for what seemed like another echo of an eternity. He eventually opened his eyes, only two minutes had passed.
It was around this time when he finally understood what a trip was and that this is what he was looking for. He closed his eyes again for another eternity with similar images. He opened them and looked at his watch again, three minutes had passed. He did this a third and fourth time, but the last one was confusing. The first time, the last two digits on his timer were 2, then 5, then 8, then on the last time, the last two digits were 6. The only words he uttered through this journey were “what the fuck” over and over again.
He compared this experience to being in another world, another dimension, or another plane of existence. He began to get uncomfortable with laying in bed, he was sweating more than usual and the smell was amplified. Also every sound he heard seemed to be more noticeable. (Flashing back a little bit to the 35 minute to 45 minute mark, he was playing some music on his computer. A “hippie” playlist he made, the last song he heard before turning it off was Mr. Tambourine Man by the Byrds. This song echoed in his mind for the remainder of the trip).
Around three hours and forty three minutes after he started his timer, the trip was winding down. He felt a little ill still so he went into the bathroom in case he had to vomit. He collected himself and felt better. He made a peanut butter sandwich, which took him 15 minutes to eat. He'd take a bite then reflect on everything that happened. Another bite and more reflecting. He couldn't finish it so he put the remaining quarter sandwich into his fridge. He took some melatonin as a sleep aide because he had to be up early the next day, it was after 11:00pm at this point. He eventually fell asleep.
Edited by RubyPiglet (08/09/15 08:56 AM)
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